Hey Mom,

Last night was wild! After you fell asleep, I went to Pawsburg—trust me, it’s as magical as it sounds. Bleu and I solved Fjodor’s Riddle and found a treasure beneath the oldest oak—crunchy carrot sticks! Who knew a treasure hunt could be so fun and delicious?

Can’t wait to tell you more!

Love,
Mimi 🐾

Somewhere between a snooze and a snore, I find myself in my favorite cozy park, the oak trees whispering sweet secrets of squirrel shenanigans. Oh, hey! It’s me, Miracle, the multi-hued French bulldog with the unforgettable half-blue eye. Now, while my mom enjoys a night filled with her own dreams, I sneak off to a world where magic and adventure reign supreme—Pawsburg.

The minute I click my paws three times, I’m whisked away from my park to Samoyed Square in Pawsburg. I must admit, nothing starts my day better than dashing through Spaniel Springs, the morning mist spraying a refreshing touch against my fur, electric and invigorating. Today, however, felt different. Like maybe, I’d encounter an extra dash of excitement or a sprinkle of trouble. Either way, I’d have Bleu at my side, dodging whatever life tosses our way.

You see, Bleu isn’t just any friend. She’s a muscular, blue pit bull with a heart so big it might as well have its postal code. She knows me better than anyone here—yes, better than Trixie the Beagle, who still thinks I’m the quiet mystery dog, and Buster the Boxer, who claims I’m a puzzle wrapped in enigma (whatever that means). Bleu and I are partners-in-crime, and she’s always up for whatever adventure awaits us.

Bleu meets me at the entrance to Shiba Inlet, looking as nonchalantly brave as ever. “Ready to rumble?” her eyes seem to say. Without missing a beat, I nudge her side, which is our way of saying, “Of course, let’s find some fun—or carrot treats.”

Today’s stop: Collie’s Cuisine for breakfast because a well-fed dog is an adventurous dog, am I right? Bleu and I sit by the window, catching glimpses of other happy dogs strolling around, each with their own stories, triumphs, and today tales yet to be written.

“Haven’t you heard? There are rumors of a treasure hidden beneath Spaniel Springs,” Bleu mentions casually while munching on her bone-shaped biscuit.

Intrigued yet skeptical—hey, I’m a practical gal—I twitch my tale. “Rumors don’t fetch tennis balls, Bleu. But, treasure, you say?”

We trade nonchalant banter as we head over to The Tail Wagger’s Tailor, hoping to get spiffy. Besides, you never know who might drop treasure rumors, right? As I try on a new bandana—which Bleu humorously points out matches my half-blue eye—the tailor, Ms. Poodle Perignot, whispers, “You didn’t hear this from me, darlings, but the rumor is true. The trick lies in solving Fjodor’s Riddle found near the oldest oak.”

I’m not saying this is stuff of legend, but it’s not every day you embark on a treasure hunt with your best friend. In the blink of a sniff, Bleu and I are off to Spaniel Springs. As we near the oldest oak, the scent of moss and mystery fills the air like a mythical perfume.

“What’s round at ends and high in the middle?” Bleu reads aloud.

A moment of silence. Then it clicks. “Ohio!” we bark in unison.

In Pawsburg, puzzles resemble games of hide-and-seek, but solving it, voila! At the base of the oak tree, a tiny dug-out reveals a trove—no gold, but sticks of the crunchiest carrots imaginable!

Bleu prances around, barking happily as more dogs join, admiring our discovery. This little adventure made me realize something wonderful: Pawsburg isn’t just magical. It’s where I, a mysterious dog with a heart of gold, unfurl my own treasure map, one sniff and tail-wag at a time.

So as I head back—with a carrot or two in tow—snuggling with my old tennis ball, and savoring this little growth spurt, I feel quite accomplished. After all, adventures aren’t just about finding treasures but unearthing pieces of yourself, with the best friend by your side.

Tomorrow, Mom will ask about my night, and I’ll let her in on this curious (and carrot-filled) escapade. Who says you need words to tell a story? A well-timed wag and that half-blue twinkle in my eye will do just fine.

The End.